The Agency: Marek & Tyrone and Vanya & Lance
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by J. J. Massa
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Held together and directed by the strength of one person, known only as The Old Man, The Agency acts as the world's anti-terrorist organization. Regardless of race, creed, or sociopolitical backgrounds, talented young people are gathered, trained, and their skills put to good use, making the world a safer place. Every agent has a tale to tell, every Agency employee comes with a story. This double novella features Tyrone and Marek. Tyrone is a cook, Marek a crack agent also known as "the Shadow", whose love may surprise everyone. The second story pairs Agency operative Lancelot and biochemist Vanya, who team up to stop a major terrorist operation. See what stories The Old Man finds most entertaining. Join The Agency today!
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2008 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: November 2008
28 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [259 KB]
Reading time: 149-208 min.
"Tien?" Agent Caesar Medowes dropped to his knees beside the cadaverous body. "Agent Dublecek, say something." He couldn't even be sure this pathetic creature was, in fact, Marek Dublecek, though his heart raced, hopeful.
Marek seemed to hear the voice as if from a great distance and he rolled toward Medowes. His arms were streaming red, alarming Agent Medowes as he helped Marek to his feet.
"Who?" was all the blond collection of skin and bones could manage.
"It's me--it's Agent Medowes, don't worry." He wanted to be careful of the younger man's condition, but time was of the essence and Marek didn't appear to have any time to spare.
Medowes had been looking for this young man for days. The other agent had gone missing over a week ago. Word on the street rumored that some poor soul had been left in an abandoned warehouse to die. Nobody knew who and no one could say where, but the description had fit Marek.
The Old Man hadn't officially called off the search for his missing agent, but fewer teams were being detailed to look for him. This young man had saved Medowes, as well as a host of other agents, more times than he could count.
Marek Dublecek, called Tien--The Shadow, wasn't the most personable of The Agency's operatives, though he was one of the best. He was the youngest, however, at twenty-four years old.
"Priatel?" Marek murmured.
Medowes scooped the thin body up, heading out of the dark alley where he'd found him.
"Yes, Tien, friend. I'm a friend," he answered. Dublecek probably didn't realize he wasn't speaking English. He was Slovakian by birth and had been raised in a Serbian work camp. Agent Medowes had gone out of his way to learn the language.
"To je dobré," Marek sighed, collapsing against Medowes' chest. It is good, he'd stated, his way of saying he was glad, that he felt safe.
For several panicked moments, Medowes was certain he held a dead man in his arms. It wouldn't be the first time, but none had ever meant as much to him as this one did.
"Tien? Marek?" he called urgently, his ear pressed against the rough cheek of his light burden. Sinking to the ground, he pulled out his one-button cell. With a word, he could call whomever he chose, but pushing the button linked him straight to an Agency operator. "I need a medical unit at my location, urgent," he rapped out, quickly ending the connection. "Tien?" he repeated.